F.A.T.
In that moment, Annie wanted so, so badly to wriggle through one of the small apartment windows and run. Anywhere. Just run.
“If you could do that, hon, I wouldn’t be here.” It was like she was inside Annie’s head. How the hell did she know…. Her breath came in deep gasps. She heard Terri trying to soothe her, telling her how happy she’d be, about all the success stories that had come out of the latest procedures, but Annie hardly heard any of it. All she could see was her face in the mirror, floating, disembodied. Her mouth was open, like she was screaming, but she couldn’t make any noise. Over and over again she saw her own face at every turn, flickering the words of the new world order: Free And Thin.